In Deepest Winter
Even the Night Sky Freezes
Turning Slightly Blue


Touch a Match to Wood,
Light the Fire and Warm the House
Sparks Fly up the Flue


Cold White Vapor
Paints That Black Night Sky Like the
Memory of Sunlight

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